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She paused and her eyes began to glitter. Removing my hand from her back, I shifted to reach for the restraints’ release but she stopped me.
“No, please… I don’t want up. It just might sound silly”—she smiled and her eyes cleared of tears—“especially because of these”—she lifted her hands and ankles, the chains attaching them to the bench rattling—“but you’ve been protecting me, saving me my entire life just like the gentle giant in the fairytale.” She paused, eyes searching mine and lighting when I bent down and kissed her softly, having absolutely no words to say. Time seemed suspended between us until she giggled. “I’d have chosen “gentle” or “GG” but figured that might be a bit too girly-girl for my Dom.”
I chuckled and stroked a hand over her cheek. “You figured right, but if it gets to be too much for any reason at all, you use your safeword, understood?”
“Yes, Sir. And if I slip and add ‘gentle’ consider this my apology in advance.”
She lay strapped to a bench, her butt bared to anyone who cared to look, and she still found it within her to snark and giggle. This princess was definitely the perfect match for me.
CHAPTER 8
Mia
The first slap of his hand against my butt was the most satisfying thing I’d ever felt. It stung, but the sting blossomed into a warmth that filled a part of me that had been empty for as long as I could remember. I lifted my hips, asking for another and when it came, I smiled. If this was what I could expect every time he wanted to spank my ass, I was definitely all for it as I loved every single moment.
That was until the swats came faster and sharper moving in a pattern I could no longer anticipate. But even that wasn’t the worst part. When I realized my inner thighs were getting moist and my legs were involuntarily parting, I turned to press my forehead into the bench, praying no one could tell my face had to be at least as red as my ass. When I clenched my thighs as tightly as I could, the next swat landed on them.
“Ow!” I yelped.
“Ow is right. Stop clenching your ass. I want your cheeks to be soft and jiggly when I spank them.”
Turning my head back to the side, I said, “You are aware that most women do not appreciate ‘jiggly’ being used as an adjective to describe a body part, aren’t you?”
If I thought that last swat had stung, I was totally wrong when his hand landed on my other thigh, before bouncing to swat its twin, repeating the cycle in a flurry of ten total spanks. That little demonstration completely redefined the word.
“Care to tell me why you just got your thighs blistered?”
I really didn’t, but I wasn’t an idiot. “Because I spoke without permission?”
“And?”
And? And, what?
“Um, I sort of criticized you?”
He chuckled and I was pretty sure it wasn’t because he found me amusing. “Who am I?”
Okay, if this was some kind of test, I was definitely failing.
He sighed as he crouched down by my side and rubbed his palm gently over the thighs he’d just smacked. “You are on this bench because you are my submissive. I’m spanking you because…”
Ahh, okay, I was pretty good at filling in the blanks. “Because you are my Dom.”
“Correct, and that means you’re required to?”
Lie here and take it.
I almost snickered at that myself but wasn’t so far gone not to know that would not benefit my position.
“To address you as Sir or Master,” I offered and watched his pupils dilate with that last word.
You’ve got a definite tell, Prince Picard.
I couldn’t have stopped the smile if I’d tried, so I used it to emphasize my apology. “I’m so sorry for forgetting the rules, Sir. I promise to remember to address you properly from now on, Master.”
Yep, those pupils can tell no lies!
“See that you do, or it won’t be only your thighs that smart.”
